Seven killings into poetry is a legend in the calligraphy world.

It is rumored that Cao Pi wanted to kill Cao Zhi back then, but he was afraid of falling into the truth, so he ordered Cao Zhi to write a poem within seven steps, and he had to respond to the situation.

Xie Lingyun once said that there are ten buckets of talent in the world, and Cao Zijian has eight buckets alone, how can such a character be easy to match?

Cao Zijian is a talented person, and he has long entered the Tao with literature, and he is not very fond of the power in the mortal world.

If it weren't for Cao Zijian back then, thinking of the brotherly affection, it would be really hard to say what the history would be.

At that time, Cao Zijian walked seven steps in a row, and a "Seven-Step Poem" was born, and the three armies did not dare to move, and Cao Pi was even more shocked and prostrate on the ground, almost losing the strength to speak.

If it weren't for Cao Zijian's achievement of the sainthood with a seven-step poem at that time, and he became more and more disdainful of the authority in the mortal world, it is still unknown who will guide the country in the future.

There are countless literati in later generations, but few people have written the momentum of Cao Sheng's "Seven Steps Poem".

So some people took advantage of the concept of seven steps into poetry to create a calligraphy killing mastery of seven kills into poems.

This kind of mastery is useless to ordinary people, but for the more powerful the literati, the greater the killing power.

Seven killings into poems, one word and one killing, killing people everywhere under seven killings, is a calligraphy method that has been lost.

But now, this kind of eternal mastery actually appeared in Tang Da, how can the four sages of the bamboo forest not be shocked?

"Little friend is in danger!" Xie Lao sighed, although he had the heart to save him, it was too late.

When Tang Da's seven "kill" words were written, the original "red" and "run" faces were already pale.

But Tang Da's eyes were filled with a strong sense of pride.

Rumble!

But I saw a thunderbolt rise from the ground, and the seven words "kill" in the void rose into the air, turning into seven sword dragons and chanting for nine nights, stabbing at Ji Lin from all directions.

There is no way to go to heaven, there is no way to go down, there is no escape! Seven swords under the Tianshan Mountain!

Boom!

In an instant, the sword roared in the sky, and the momentum of the seven swords was like a rainbow, vowing to kill Ji Lin!

Now, even if Ji Lin writes with a pen, it will be too late.

Apart from resisting this fierce attack, Ji Lin had no second way to choose at all.

Moreover, this kind of attack is directly from the 'spirit' level, even if others have the heart to save them, it is impossible.

"Brother Ji." At this thunderous moment, Shangguan Xue rose up and bravely stopped in front of Ji Lin.

Shangguan Xue, a little girl like a flower and jade, actually wanted to use her body to protect Ji Lin!

"Damn it!" Cao Long and Jingkou Renjie, who witnessed this scene, were angry at the same time, and they were both jealous and resentful.

At this moment, who doesn't know who Shangguan Xuefang's heart is? Still need to guess?

"Mr. Ji, if you have something, Xun'er will never let Tang Da go."

Dong Xun'er stood on the top of the clear stream, a trace of coldness flashed in her beautiful eyes, and her nails penetrated deeply into the flesh.

Dong Xun'er handed over the Supreme Token to Ji Lin, which was naturally not a real nymphomaniac, and wanted to find Ji Lin to become the fast son-in-law of the East Bed, but had another deep meaning, a deep meaning that could not be said to people for the time being.

But Dong Xun'er did not reject her good impression of Ji Lin, Tang Da was so despicable and sneak attacked today, the crime is unforgivable!

"Xue, why are you doing this?"

Seeing that Shangguan Xue's eyes were clear and resolute, Ji Lin sighed slightly, only feeling that there was something in his heart, the deepest thing was touched and melted.

"You are a dear friend who was invited by me, although I am only a little woman, how can I let you suffer?" Shangguan Xue smiled slightly, and a smile fell into the city.

"Ji Lin, you are dead, I am one of the four great talents in Jiangnan, I will not lose."

Tang Da laughed loudly, laughing very wildly.

Although Tang Da knew that what was waiting for him would be the thunderous anger from the Jiangshan Auction House, Tang Da was not afraid.

Both Shengyu, He Shengliang!

This is Tang Da's idea at this moment.

In Tang Da's view, among the young generation of the Central Plains, only Ji Lin can threaten his status in the literary world.

However, if Ji Lin is dead or crippled today, then the dispute between Zhuge Liang and Zhou Yu will naturally cease to exist.

"My Ji Lin can get a little sister in this life, what more can I ask for?"

Ji Lin smiled slightly, and suddenly pulled Shangguan Xue behind him, and then stepped forward proudly, facing the Seven Swords without fear.

"Brother Ji!"

"Mr. Ji!"

"Little friend!"

Shangguan Xue, Dong Xun'er and Xie Lao exclaimed at the same time, and everyone was also a little nervous.

And a few timid people closed their eyes in fright, unable to bear to look directly at the tragedy in the world.

"Ask the heroes of the world, who else should I be!"

Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Tang Da pointed to the sky with one hand, arrogant and arrogant.

People and a second passed.

Two seconds passed.

More than ten seconds passed in the blink of an eye.

Quiet!

Deathly quiet!

There was a quiet place around, and in addition to the sound of the wind, there was only the sound of everyone's rapid breathing.

"Hey, isn't it too quiet?"

Wow!

I don't know who exclaimed, and everyone was shaken, and then they came to their senses.

But he saw Ji Lin standing with his hands in his hands, quietly raising his feather buds and staring at Qingxi to taste wine, elegant and calm.

"Great, Brother Ji is fine."

"Then Tang Da's calligraphy killing is so powerful, and Mr. Ji is so fine?"

"It is worthy of being a great talent that the old man likes, and the little friend is extraordinary, extraordinary!"

Shangguan Xue, Xiao Zhao and Xie Lao laughed at the same time, quite a feeling of the rest of their lives.

"Ji Lin is actually okay?" The four sages of the bamboo forest looked at each other, and they all had a feeling of disbelief.

Tang Daqi killed the poem, almost exploded with twelve points of potential, and in the end, there was no killing effect, this ...... It's not scientific.

"Tang Daqi's sword went down to the Tianshan Mountain, that sword qi can sharpen iron like clay, even if Ji Lin is fine, that sword qi should also make the earth crack, but why is there nothing now?" Mr. Erwang frowned, a little puzzled.

"Could it be that we were all hallucinating just now?" Mr. Wang's eyes flickered, full of confusion.

"Impossible, this is impossible, this son has studied seven killings into poems for twenty years, why is it ineffective?"

Tang Da laughed miserably, a little unable to accept this result.

Tang Da was born in a famous family, and since he was a child, he began to study the family heirloom and learn seven kills into poems, and he only needs to write one "kill" word to kill people on weekdays, but now he has written seven "kill" words in a super extreme outbreak, why has no effect at all.

"Could it be that the problem lies in "Mulan Ci"?"

When this thought came to mind, Tang Da became more and more confused.

In "Mulan Ci", "Shuo Qi passes on Jin Ji." The general died in a hundred battles, and the strong man returned in ten years. This sentence is written majestically, and it is the source of power for the seven kills to become a poem, which can kill all evil demons.

Generally speaking, there is only one situation in which this kind of battle post can be invalidated against the enemy, and that is the poem you use to fight the opponent, which is written by the opponent!

For example, if Li Bai wrote a war poem, even if it was a saint on the other side, he could not use the poem written by Li Bai himself to attack Li Bai.

However, "Mulan Ci" is a folk song of the Northern Dynasties during the Northern and Southern Dynasties, and this is a Yuefu poem composed more than a thousand years ago.

Could it be that Ji Lin wrote the Mulan poem during the Northern and Southern Dynasties?

How is this possible? Where in the world can anyone survive for more than a thousand years? Tang Da was a little puzzled.

"Mr. Ji, how did you escape the Seven Killings into a poem?"

Lin Fuzi stood up suddenly, and looked at Ji Lin's eyes full of heat.

PS: Thank you for the generosity of the girl who "It's better to go back to the old green mountain", thank you very much, O(∩_∩)O~